MERCY ME

He needed no words. He was just there. She just simply understood. She could only stare at him and watch him as he stared back. The tension was becoming a physical force inside the room. She had to get out. But why does she hesitate? What instinct bids her, shun the man who killed her mother? She runs. Gaara caught up with her right before she reached the outside of the room. He pinned her to the wall in the corner of the hallway. Before her back had settled against the wall, one of his hands were cupping one full breast through the flimsy shirt. His thumb found her nipple and began stroking it into a hard point. She tried to be calm.

"What a-a-are y-you doing?" She tried her best to sound firm but she felt her body giving in to the pleasure.

"Loving."

"There's a difference between love and sex."

He didn't answer. He didn't need to. His eyes told her all she needed to know. He needed her as much as she needed him. There was no love in his eyes. But there was none in hers either. An eye for an eye. They didn't want love. They wanted each other.

Sakura's hand reached over in attempt to brush back her hair, he caught it in his own. Heat spread from her fingers in his directly to the growing heat developing in between her thighs. Sakura's pulse pounded in her throat, giving away her calm persona. Gaara watched the pulse in the notch of her neck beat up against the delicate flesh there. For a moment he was fascinated by the small movement.

He watched her reaction to him for a moment. Her face remained a mask, but her eyes were growing dark with passion. It was all he needed. "I'm going to show you," his free hand took one of hers and guided it to his arousal hard and pressing against his pants. The sudden contact made her blush. He was growing hard under her open palm, while his other hand worked her breasts into tingling pleasure.

"Why I don't love," he finished as he ground out against her lips before he lifted her onto the bed.

She placed her legs around his waist when he pressed between her thighs with his hips. Tongues began to mate heatedly, and his hands moved under her shirt to squeeze her breasts through her bra.

Their breathing was becoming labored as he explored her with his hands and tongue. After a few moments, he pulled back and held her at arms length. "Sakura I'm going to fuck you now. Do you understand? Right here in this room, on this bed, I'm going to fuck you until you know exactly why you should have stayed away from me in the first place." He said it with passion blazing in his eyes. He also said it with danger in his voice. She knew from the moment he touched her that he wasn't going to be gentle. That was the only way she'd ever have it.

Sakura looked at him, trying to regain focus inside of her heated brain. "What if I don't want to stay away?" she almost didn't recognize her own voice as she issued the challenge.

The response she got was a low growl as he set to work sucking at the pulse in her throat, that small throbbing that had started a larger throbbing of his own that he was now trying to control as it rested against her mound. He never stopped sucking until a mark was left, claiming her as his own.

"You're going to stay away, Sakura," he warned. Again there was a groan at the sight of the soft skin and those two perfect mounds. His hands closed on them, kneading them hard.

Now it was Sakura's turn to moan. She arched her back, making her breasts press more fully into his large hands. Her long hair fell down her back as she tilted her head back against the wall. "Why?" she breathed the question in a sultry whisper. Her voice revealed how aroused she was becoming.

"Because," Gaara nipped at her chin, and let his hands slide into the back of her pants. Fingers slid across a perfectly rounded ass and the edge her panties. "If you don't stay away, then I'm going to do things to you. Things I can't control. Things you wouldn't want to happen. Ever." To seal his threat, he dipped his head low and bit painfully at one swollen nipple.

He licked the pain with a soft hot tongue before sucking the bud into his mouth forcefully. His hands dug into her ass and jerked her forward onto the edge of the bed she was sitting on sideways.

Sakura had to grip the sheets. She felt his arousal pressing into her hips from the new position and a new warm feeling growing in her stomach. Passion was quickly taking over her brain. Gaara was a man who could seep like poison into your entire system. He kissed her. This was practically the first time and there was a firm possession about it that frightened Sakura. As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she felt cool air on her feet. It wasn't a dream.

She decided to be bold and leaned in to unbutton his shirt. Gaara let her remove the garment and touch his solid yet pale chest. Just this once.

In the meantime he had unbuttoned her jeans and was now working his hand into her small panties.

Two fingers slid against the wet warm slit he found there. When he pressed them inside of her, he felt dizzy. He had to have her, and have her without apologies. Her willingness was the final fuel he needed.

In one quick moment he jerked her jeans and panties free, then pressed his hands against her inner thighs opening them wide. Once again she was forced to hold the edges of the bed.

The mattress shifted softly when he fell to his knees in front of her. Without wasting time, he dipped his head into the small wet hole his fingers had just grazed. There was sweetness to her that he needed to taste.

There was nothing gentle about his seduction. His mouth closed directly onto her small bundle of nerves and stroked it into a blaze of passion in an instant.

Sakura wrapped her legs around his face instinctively as the tingles in her belly spread lower into the area that his mouth was feeding on with intensely. The feeling was almost painful his mouth so hard and firm against her most intimate place. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced. She found herself verbalizing this realization in the form or involuntary moans that she gave each time his bottom teeth scraped her sensitive bud. It wasn't long until his fingers joined his tongue. Two long fingers slid inside her tight, wet, gaping hole. The sensation made her jerk against his mouth. He was holding her at such an angle that she could not touch him, only hold to the sheets; she needed to feel more than this intimate kiss and play of fingers.

Before she could voice this request, he changed tactics on her clit, and began pulling her in with long hard strokes that ended in several rapid sucks each time he pulled back. Sakura felt her senses heightened, and screamed out as he release hit her fast and unexpectedly. All reserve was gone. Her body's needs had overridden her own brain. He was all she ever needed. Every moan, every sloppy kiss was all he ever wanted.

As she was coming down from her climax, Gaara moved his position. Standing up, he let his pants fall to the floor and his hard shaft have full attention in the room.

He watched Sakura staring at his throbbing member as it jerked and grew to its fullest. She had fear apparent in her eyes; still she reached out to stroke it.

"I don't like to be touched. Only I can touch you" he whispered harshly to her in a voice that did not ask but demand. He resumed his assault of her mouth. She could taste her own juices.

It was much bigger than she had imagined. The thought excited her and made her nervous at the same time. His eyes seemed to bore holes in hers, staring intently like that.

Gripping her knees, he pulled her legs open wide and high against his waist. Sakura's hands flew backwards to keep her from falling she found herself holding the sheets again. She held onto it for dear life as he lifted her hips and ran his large member against her wet mound.

Two times he slid against her, and on the third he drove himself home. It was a hard forceful entrance that left her impaled onto him, buried to her hilt.

Her mouth formed an involuntary "O" as he took his first stroke deep inside.

The pace he sat was not gentle. He began as rough and savage as he had promised. Pain and pleasure from it all made Sakura high with her own arousal. The feeling was intense and maddening. Her breasts shook with each thrust until they were bouncing wildly between their sweating bodies. Gaara pressed her legs higher around him. He hooked his elbows under her knees and bore her harder into the edge of the bed. After a few hard strokes, he pushed her legs together and pressed them over one of his shoulders. This made her even tighter on him, and aroused an almost violent scream from Sakura. He smiled wickedly at her. Just as fast as he had taken her, he pulled away from her. Sakura dropped to the floor in a weakened heap, her knees unable to support her shaking legs. Gaara followed close behind her placing her on all fours on the floor. She felt his thighs against the back of her own. He pressed her head close to the floor, and then pulled her hips higher in the air. In this way he took her once again from behind. This time his hands dug into her hips and pulled her up and down his shaft. Sakura dug at the floor, trying to reach for anything to hold. Never had she been taken so roughly nor by someone so large. It was making her crazy with passion. He was hurting her. His large member bounced in and out against her cervix causing ripples of deep pleasure she had never felt before. At the same time he had stretched her so much that she knew she would bleed afterwards. It was a pain that she was finding intensely pleasurable. Her breasts began rubbing against the floor as he pressed her upper body even further to the floor. His climax was building, and he began to fuck her in long, slow, hard strokes. Her hair fell into her face, and rubbed the floor. On one particularly hard stroke her forehead scraped the floor as well. She knew now that she was completely his. More pain with pleasure. She cried out each time. When the first tear came, he screamed with her and she felt the warmth of his release going deep inside of her. He reached in and stroked her clit fast with his fingers as he pumped more and more of his seed into her. Soon, he felt her jerk against his hand and the familiar tightening and rocking of her own climax milked the last of his own seed free. Juices from their passion ran down her inner thigh as he collapsed on top of her own for a moment. He had to catch his breath and regain his senses. When he finally did he managed to look a little less tense. With that, he looked deep in to her eyes. He took a deep breath. Then killed her.

"I told you I couldn't love you."

That was my first lemon. I didn't really know how to set the mood so I kind of just stuck it in there. Pretty lame, I know but Gaara is all Gaara like so he couldn't be like let's-have-passionate-sex and Sakura...Well, I couldn't have her like that either because Gaara killed her mother. So I tried to make it a lust/they're both insane horny people lemon. -sighs- So much for trying to be a better writer. I'm getting worse. I'm also kind of scared of myself now. I feel like some kind of pervert. Sex fiend! Ahh! Um... Okay, sorry if you hate it (especially that stupid he-killed-her crap-ending). If you flame my ass I wouldn't blame you. In fact, I'll probably join in. But I'm working on my writing, trying to make it less vauge or whatever. I already wrote the last chapter and I think next chapter is the last chapter of the whole fic. I'm in editing now I plan to explain all my vagueness so yeah...Uh well, review and critique, please.